Auren Huce Haushi Book 2 Complete Hausa Novel

The car that had just entered the lane stopped at a large gate, the way it was honking indicated that the car had traveled a long distance, the driver did not press the horn, but instead opened the gate next to a thorn tree and ended up with the car, some elders hid and came out from behind the car while a young man came out of the driver’s seat, Mika drove with a greeting.

They walked towards the door of the house, Dan Masshin knocked for about two minutes before an old man peeked through a small door near the gate.

He quickly opened the door saying “No Alhaji, welcome to your arrival, hello” and shook hands with them and said “How are you, Malam Sani, we found you?”.

He said happily “Alhamdulillah”.

Before he went forward he said “Let’s go, you have arrived at Alhaji’s house, may God help him, he is here”.

They entered the house and closed Malam Sani’s back to the side of the house where he was meeting his guests.

 

When they reached his door, Malam Sanin came out and said, “In the name of Allah, enter, greetings.”

He quickly went to fulfill the Alhaji’s order to call his great friend, Malam Bukar.

After greeting them, they entered the hall. Masha Allah, I feel happy in the hall of the palace of a king.

With a cheerful and relaxed face, Alh Jafar Mai Yadi approached his mouth and said, “No! Alhaji Sulaiman, you are so far away on this day.”

But deep down, he was surprised, he knew that nothing would come to them at such a time, at least they had three more days before they arrived, even though they had provided everything they needed, they were just waiting. But no matter what, God is good.

After the usual greetings, one of Ahj Jafar’s sons greeted him and entered. He greeted them and offered them lemons and water and left.

A young man also brought in big warmers and a girl with a basket containing plates, spoons and cups. They also greeted them and left.

Since this small fortune was brought in, Alhaji Sulaiman was worried that if it was a thousand, it would be gone.

“In the name of Allah, eat before we go to prayer since the Azzahar is approaching”.

Alh Jafar said as he headed towards the exit.

After Alhaji Jafar left, Alhaji Ismail looked at his brother Alhaji Sulaiman “I am so confused that I have lost my way, where can we start telling them such things, considering the generosity of this servant of Allah”.

He said as he pulled his thin waist.

The young man who was driving them spoke, “Whlh Daddy, you have been patient with her coming. Hajiyar came herself and told them what she had arranged. I have never seen anything like this. We have been respectful to each other until this situation was brought to this place. But the sun rises in the middle of the day like this. No one is happy. By God, I feel sorry for Musbahun. He has gone into a state of depression. But she is not even in her body.”

Alhaji Sulaiman did not speak any more, he did not even look at the food, despite the hunger he felt, he only drank lemon and water. Alhaji Isma’il and Al-Amin ate the food and went out to the mosque at the door of the house.

They entered the house together after the Id’ar prayer, including Malam Bukar because he was the imam of the mosque.

They exchanged new greetings. But this time Al-Amin did not follow them.

Alhaji Sulaiman was the strongest and started speaking, looking at Malam Bukar. “For God’s sake, Malam, be patient with what you have brought. BY GOD, he is in this house. He will not come back to this town again.”

He was silent and could not finish the sentence because something was stuck in his throat and was choking him.

Alhaji Jafar also felt something hit him until his feet fell forward for no reason.

The room was silent for a moment before Malam Bukar spoke “Alhaji, tell me what it is, life is not a problem, how it doesn’t come to you, whether you are a slave or a slave or the other way around, and every true Muslim knows fate, there is no need to worry and let’s be one”.

Alhaji Ismail took the floor seeing that his brother had no intention of continuing the conversation.

“I’m sorry, Malam, about the marriage of the boy from our village to the girl from your village, a quarrel broke out three days ago. One thing is for sure, his mother is adamant that she will not allow him to marry Zahra. No matter how much we tried to fix the situation, it was impossible. In the end, she said that if Musbahu marries Zahra, she will not forgive him for drinking her breast. We will tell her the reason for this abuse. But she kept saying that she would not tell us the reason for this abuse. But she kept saying that she would not tell us the reason for this abuse. In the end, it became a matter of great sorrow for her as if she were bleeding”.